Culturally Insensitive?

A horrible thought just occurred to me. Was it culturally insensitive of me to schedule Klara’s birthday party for 10-12 am on Sunday? The party is at the kids’ gym, and I thought that morning is better than evening in terms of getting them hopped up on physical activity and treats.

But now I’m thinking, do people normally go to church at this time? I didn’t even think about it when I was choosing the time slot. This is an expensive daycare. Everybody is a doctor or a lawyer, so how religious can they be, right? Or that doesn’t matter?

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Morphine Musings

The nurse is saying I look exactly like Lucy from I Love Lucy. I don’t know anything about the show but the title so I had to ask if she’s at least a good character. The nurse said she is and asked if I wanted to be visited by clergy. I’m currently hopped up on morphine, so I’m not sure if I gave the right answer.

As you probably gathered, I’m at the ER. I had one of those nausea + chest pain episodes, and this time it was so bad I had to go to the ER. Of course, the moment they heard the words “chest tightness, age 41,” they grabbed me, pumped me full of morphine, and started sticking me into CT scans, chest x-rays, etc. I hate being such an invalid and am now wondering if I’ve been too alarmist. I have tons of morphine back home, so maybe I should have just taken it and stayed home.

At least, I hope somebody finally finds out what causes this because it’s very debilitating and I hate it. But I’ve got to tell you, folks. Morphine is good. I’m feeling very friendly towards the world right now. It’s creepy.

Politics or Poetry?

Have you heard about the scandal over a poem that has been erased from a university facade in Berlin?

Is the story about sexism? Cultural appropriation? Disrespect for art? Trampling on the freedom of speech?

To me, the only real issue here is crappy poetry. But that’s the only thing nobody is discussing.

A New Skill

When my sister was here in December, she taught me how to order at the Starbucks drive-thru window. I resisted because it all seemed very complex but she practically forced me to do it. And now, of course, I’m addicted to the process if not the product (I always feel like the instant coffee I have at home tastes the best). But I feel cooler than the North Pole ordering my drive-thru coffee and arriving at work at 7:30 am.